long loose hair - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
Before the girl even turns Lucas is lost in a trance. Her black hair lies long and loose, obscuring the open back of her dress, yet allowing glimpses of honeyed skin beneath. The lights of the bar are reflected in diffuse bands that change when she alters her posture.
Her hair is liquid sunshine against a face so pale as to be striking. The strands flow down her back, stopping in a line around her hips. Without asking I know it is plaited on her way to work, a slight kink in what should be perfectly straight hair giving it away. As she leans forward to take a fresh file her hair moves with her, hiding her face until she straightens and flicks it back over white shirt.
So tousled by the wind, her long hair looked matted and dull. In a way it gave her a wild look, like her soul was untamed, and I liked that. But at the same time I wanted to break out my sister's best conditioner and just comb it through. Since she was a friend of a friend I decided to play it safe and offer her hot chocolate to start with, it seemed like the right thing to do.
Anyone who ever thought long loose hair was for girls has never laid eyes on Leon. His hair is thick, black and poker straight, framing a broad face of bold bone structure. His body is as toned as any man could wish his to be. There is nothing remotely feminine about him. As such his hair makes him more manly, more intense. Everywhere he goes eyes of both genders follow him in desire or envy.
Marcia squared up against the girl the rival gang had put up. She grinned. This was gonna be easy. Diving forwards she wound her fist into their girl's long loose hair until it stopped at the roots. The she pulled the girl's head down to the ground in one violent tug. The girl struggled back and reached for Marica's hair, but on finding only a crew cut she had nothing to hold on to. When Marcia walked away she'd left her mark on her adversary in ways she'd never recover from. Some of the hair would grow back of course, in time, but unless she knew a really first class plastic surgeon her days of pulling the boys were over.
Black strands cascaded down her back like molten onyx. Around her face it was cut a little shorter, feathered to accentuate her perfect elfin features. Then she shot me a smile that could light up the night and I was smitten.
Teela's long loose hair was once her pride and joy, amber and honey falling in mesmerizing waves. Since we lost Troy it lies in terrible matts, and it isn't the only sign of her grief...
The feeling of long loose hair is always Maria to me. It doesn't matter who it belongs to. I guess that's wrong but I can't help it. Some folks smell apple pie and are transported to their mama's kitchen. Some hear an old song and it serves them better than a time machine. For me it's all about the hair.
Maria used to sit right over me, her dark chocolate waves falling right down to her thighs. Then she'd slowly bend down, eyes locked on mine until finally they closed and instead I could feel her soft lips...